A Price Too High

Ezra sat on the single chair in his cell, staring at the cold, stone walls. His eyes was on the wall but his sight was on the vitality within him. It swirled within him in beautiful patterns, his soul pumping vitality nonstop.

The dim light in the room casted long shadows, dancing and flickering, but he paid them no mind. His thoughts were elsewhere, racing through memories and legal precedents, as he tried to make sense of his current situation. Once a skilled lawyer, now a vampire entangled in a web of accusations, he found himself dusting off his dormant skills in a world where the rules were different, but the stakes were higher.

The heavy door creaked open, and two familiar figures stepped inside. Olivia and Gen walked in, looking grim as they approached.

"Ezra," Olivia began, her voice steady but laced with concern, "the Peacekeepers have evidence against you. They claim you broke the Law of Secrecy."